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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, mirror-like surface reflecting the soot-stained windows of the textile mills, and within the heavy, woolen coat that hung on the back of the door in the local constabulary office, there rested a pair of leather gloves that had been worn smooth by the hands of a man who was...
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